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Muse's "Uprising" blew throughout the arena, as Hiro Shin-Mozas, along with Cyrus Darke, Sarah Skye, Guy "Fox" Cancer, and Cartwright stepped out from the back. Hiro's hand was re-taped following his match at the start of the show, and the tape was not white, but this time it was black. He was smoking a cigar, and wearing sunglasses. The whole group began their way down the ramp, Cartwright and Hiro leading them while talking about something. The group then reaches the ring, and they all enter one after another. Hiro walks over towards the corner closest to the timekeepers, and he yells at him to deliver some microphones. He walks a few over to Hiro, but Hiro just gives him a nasty look. "Does it look like I can hold 5 microphones and hand them out, idiot?" Hiro shot at him. The crew member then walked them over to Cartwright, who wasn't too happy to be getting them himself, but he took them. A microphone has distributed to ever member of the Hated, and Hiro pointed to Cartwright, mot likely meaning he would be the first person to speak.

OOC: Tim, just do me a favor, I know you are itching to get out here and punish us, but just bare with me and wait until it's Hiro's turn to speak. Let Cyrus, Fox, Sarah, and Cart do so first.

Fox pointed to Sarah to begin her speech, surely people wanted answers! Especially from Sarah of all people... While they all thought she was the victim of the Hated, she was merely a distraction, and the fans boo'd her. Sarah looked into the crowd with a smirk on her face, knowing she succeeded at fooling every single one of these fans into thinking, she was going to beat Hiro last show, and end the Hated's small reign.

Standing in a stance to absorb the Hate, Sarah finally found the cue to speak, "For too long, I have been overlooked, put to the side... And treated poorly... It feels like every other week, I'm fighting the same person over, and over, and over again... Who still gets to the top fighting me over, and over and over again! Where is the logic in that?! And then people... Or should I say... 'veterans'... want to start walking out during a match because they can... 'Oh, I've fought you plenty of times, before, let's go have a cup of tea shall we?', 'Oh yes dear, I'm tired of fighting and beating you so many times, it's just so easy, can we have a picnic in the park too with that tea'? 'Oh most certainly dear, we can do that as long as we don't end up fighting each other'." Sarah using an extra girly voice than she already has, mocking and largely exaggerating the scene that happened. "And then they leave the ring walking out into the sunset or nightfall whatever your imagination leads you to, and do whatever these 'veterans' do... Apparently it's not wrestling."

The fans begin to boo Sarah for her words, and blindly boo because she is a part of a Hated faction, and there job is to just boo like mindless drones... "Yeah, I've faced you multiple times in the past, but have I EVER... And I mean, EVER! Walked out on you? Most certainly NOT! You know who you are!" Sarah looked out to the stage, visioning in her head she might randomly appear and start beating her up or something... But, it's not going to happen.

Sarah looks back to the center of the fans, "So, what I did last week felt really good... Smashing that chair over Tim's head, and then watching Hiro put him through a table was GENIUS! I found it so... Embarrassing, the way he treated me after my... Initiation to the group... 'Oh, you're hurt, get this woman a chair to sit on and I'll have all these big buff steroid users protect you.' Once again, mocking the voice of Tim Edgren. "It's like really dude? You're pathetic... And DESPERATE!" The fans continue booing Sarah for her disrespect towards the General Manager of Evolution, and begin chanting 'Tim', waiting for him to come out and get rid of the Hated.

"Yeah, of course you want him to come out but what happened last week, there's no way he would want to show up with us... Another reason why I did what I did... Was to bring respect BACK to the women of this business... Ask yourself, how long has it been for any female in WWE:E to hold a title... About two years! Most of the 'top' females have either gone soft, rogue, or retired... So the rest that have been working hard to get somewhere, just get thrown to the side, not giving a damn and just focus on which of the 'males' are taking the most steroids..." Sarah looks at her teammates, hoping she didn't really offend any of them, even though they all share one thing in common... "So, I did what I did to advance myself... A step-up from the matches of having to fight the same person... You all have known, we females, can fight with the males... NOT... Play with them..." Sarah disgusted at the slightest thought of a male and a female 'playing' in the ring... "Basically, it's time for a change, and I will show you it was wrong to reject and deny me for the past... I don't even know how long... But I'm SICK of it! And that's going to change from this point on, I guarantee it!" Sarah then lowers her mic down to her waist, and puts her free hand to her waist. Taking a look to Hiro, and nods it's his turn to speak for the group.

"HEY! THIS CAMERA ON!? HELLO? HELLO HELLO HELLO!!

a voice boomed over the PA system. The titantron screen had gone blank. The volume was turned down.

"I SWEAR TO GOD PETE YOU BETTER GET THIS SUMBITHCIN CAMERA WORKIN BEFORE I KICK YOU IN THE BALLS SO HARD YOU BECOME A WOMAN! HEAR THAT!? I'LL GIVE YOU A v****a!" the unfamiliar voice shouted.

The camera opened up on a wild haired man squatting in the General Manager's office. He smiled as he knocked on the screen of the camera.

"Hello!? Y'all hear me in this b***h!? Hey Pete it's on right!? Don't lie to me Pete! It's on? It's on right? They see me? Good!"

The young man cleared his throat, running his fingers through the wild mane of hair on his head.

"My name is Ryan ******** Kiillman! As you can see I'm in the General Manager's office! Why is that you say?" he leaned into the camera, cupping an ear.

"What? You want to know who Ryan ******** Killman is? Ya wanna know why he's in Dear Mr. Edgren's office? Well see there's an answer to that. ******** YOU! THAT'S MY ANSWER! I'M RYAN ******** KILLMAN AND I SAY WHAT I WANT WHERE I WANT WHENEVER THE ******** I WANT!"

Ryan "********" Killman flipped off the camera with both fingers. The crowd was confused. Who the hell was this man and why WAS he in the GM's office? Where was Tim with his comeback to the Hated?

"Now you probably all wanna know where the ******** the GM is..welp I DO know that. See he's in the hospital! Yay! He was out of competition for too long and thus wasn't prepared to take a chair to the ol' noggin. Not like me, I hi my ******** head all the time. Like a rock!" Killman decided to show this my banging his fist against the side of his head. His eyes grew wide as his face twitched.

"Now that that's out of the way Tim was still able to write some plans for the SHITSTAINS in the ring right now. You know, the nobodies who think running around with sacks and talkin s**t is going to change the fact that they will NEVER be at the top of the company. s**t loves s**t company after all. You know what let me tell you what the so called HATED are. They aren't hated, they're ******** PITIED! You're all ******** pitied because you're a bunch of medicore at best shitbergs who are blessed to even still have a job because management feels sorry for you. Yet you b***h and b***h and b***h about how you don't get what you think you deserve in your delusional little diseased BRAINS and blame management and others when really it's because you refuse to stop SUCKING!"

the smiling face of Ryan Killman turned into one with a death glare. His body shook as he continued to talk, hissing through his teeth.

"Let me tell you a story about how this group came to be. You see the English t**t Cartwright knew that he had lost his touch, lost his relevancy. He was a big shot long ago back when MEDIOCRITY was considered high talent. The times changed and real hard working talent that refused to stagnate passed him by. He wanted to feel like a top dog again, but of course he couldn't find anyone better than him, so he found a bunch of dried up FISH s**t sticking tot he very BOTTOM OF THE EVOLUTION BARREL. An attempted suicide ******** who wasn't meant for s**t and took everything out on the guy with actual talent and creativity, some loser ******** curtain jerkers who could barely be trusted to even SHOW UP to work let alone do something impressive. Of course...that brings us...to the "lovely" Miss Skye."

Killman's rage seemed to subside a bit, staring blankly as if he was looking directly at Sarah Skye.

"Oh Miss Skye, you might just be the worst out of all of them. You are the very perfect demonstration of the Hated's b***h levels. You whine and complain about facing the same people, you talk about how women don't get the right score. How about you stop dumping ******** chemicals on your head to have that stupid as ******** Japanime hair color so you can look yourself in the mirror and realize you just SUCK! You got nowhere in this business because you blow a** in the ring! Not to mention you're just a stupid conniving slimy VAGINAL DISCHARGE! I can't honestly say I HATE many people but b***h you take the ******** CAKE. Our General manager may be ******** green but he is a fighter, a competitor, and well he is a nice guy. Not my type of guy really he comes off as a p***y really, because chivalry is dead and rotten. However, I may not like him personally, but I also don't like NO-GOOD, LOW-DOWN, BOTTOM-BARREL, FILTHY, MENTALLY DISEASED, TWO-FACED MUFF MUNCHERS LIKE YOU!"

Ryan Killman's eyes were so wide they looked ready to pop out of his skull. His hands were shaking in a throttling motion towards the camera, his bangs falling in front of his face. He paused for a good while, the shock of his words leaving a hush over the audience. He breathed heavily, his teeth clenched and grinding. After a moment he seemed to settle down. He then tilted his head like a puppy, smiling softly.

"That is why Sarah..you and your little group of REFUSE there in the ring are going to have one long ride on Air Killman. Starting with you."

He held up a piece of paper.

"This in my hand is Sarah Skye's contract for the Showdown Pay Per View. In fact I have all of your contracts. See Tim had these on his desk open for the taking since he's preoccupied with his recovery. They're all completed and signed. Let';s read them shall...oh hang on. PETE! I HEAR MY PHONE VIBRATING GET IT!"

From off camera Killman was handed a new iPhone, which he promptly threw hard against the wall, smashing it.

"I DON'T USE A GOD DAMN iPHONE PETE IF YOU WANT TO CALL ME A MINDLESS DOUCHEBAG SAY IT TO MY ******** FACE! NOW HAND ME MY ******** SAMSUNG!"

He was then handed another phone, looking at it.

"Oh look it's from Tim...it reads.... 'get the ******** out of my office you crazy ********. Those contracts are mine to handle and so are the Hated' .. NEWS FLASH TIMMY BOY, NOBODY TELLS RYAN ******** KILLMAN WHAT TO DO AND WITH YOU GONE THIS IS KILLMAN'S ******** SHOW! Now...the contracts..."

He out on an obviously fake pair of reading glasses and pursed his lips, reading the contracts.

"Hiro facing Disciple at Showdown..nice..that bondage loving fatass gimp will have a fun time with your a** High Row. Cartwright, Foxxy Brown, and Cyrus Bark will be facing off against three members of Wicked Gay Crew ******** Your Mother....I ******** LOVE that name! ******** genius! .. in a six man tag team match. Now let's see Sarah's contract...well...this can't be right...why Sarah."

Ryan Killman turned to the camera with a manic look on his face, a bit of saliva drooling out of the corner of his mouth. He turned the paper around to show Sarah's contract was uncompleted. It had only her name and the signature of the General Manager with a phrase near the bottom of the contract. It seemed Tim wasn't finished booking that match for Showdown.

"It's blank.. it makes you wonder how much more blank it could get..and the answer comes as...none...none more blank."

He said this last part in a crappy British accent, staring at the contract like it was the Holy Grail. He then turned back to the camera.

"Oh... I'm gonna have fun with this.. oh and if you're thinking of coming to stop me..I wouldn't. You see I have the door locked and barred with a ******** sofa and even if you get in then."

Ryan pulled out a handgun and set it on the GM"s desk. He held his smile, tilting his head as he also pulled out a pen.

"Sarah Skye... Showdown..against.. THE WILD CARD RYAN KILLMAN!!" He wrote frantically on the contract, laughing maniacally.

"Don't worry Sarah, I won't treat you at ALL like our General Manager did. I'm gonna treat you REAL NICE! We're gonna have a BLAST! Oh oh..and it will be a CASKET MATCH! NO DQ! I'm gonna lock your donut-rubbing a** in a ******** BOX! Not only that, but it's set already by the General Manager here at the bottom that if anyone interferes with the match, they will be IMMEDIATELY terminated."

He finished scribbling on the contract and slammed it onto the desk.

"I'll need you to do a few things for me Sarah. Need you to reapply the Lysol to dye your cotton candy hair, put on some makeup, wear some new fishnets for your top, hop off the clam boat and hop aboard AIR KILLMAN! SEE YOU FOR OUR DATE AT SHOWDOWN BABYCAKES! KILLMAN...OUT!"

The camera went out, leaving the arena in silence.

After Cartwright finished his response, and making fun of Ryan, Sarah had to speak up her response to his words on her as she lifted her microphone to her mouth, "Oh, name calling? It's funny really, I think it's also cute you have to resort to name calling... But 'Mentally Diseased'? Come on now, you can do better than that... If anyone was Mentally Diseased, why don't you just look in the mirror... And in that mirror, I'll see someone else... Ooh, I have a name to call you since you want to call me names... How about... A 'Brian Pillman Wanna-Be'? Oh, it makes perfect sense don't you think guys?" As she looks to her fellow Hated members. "You're just an act, you don't intimidate any of us one bit. If anyone of the Board of Directors had a working brain, they'd fire your a** right now for sticking your nose into everyone's business... Oh but right, it's because your friends with these higher ups, you kiss their a** so much they actually let you, 'Do whatever you want, whenever the ******** you want'... Because on-screen your just an act, trying to act like a badass who has to block the door because he's afraid of an a** whoopin', but behind the scenes... You get on your knees and go, 'muah, muah, muah' Sarah making kissing noises. To every moon that is being shown to you, and they love it so much, they make sure work feels like Burger King for you. Besides, Tim is an idiot for not having proper security of his office so little pieces of unwanted crap like you can't get in. At least we have the decency to not violate his private office. Sarah takes a quick breath, using a hand to fix her hair behind her hair and any covering her eyes. "So, my response... I am not afraid of you, and I wouldn't have a problem to put you in a casket... Or... What was that phrase? Sarah looks to her teammates, and Cyrus whispers into her ear, Oh, Six Feet Deep! Sarah looks to Hiro and says, So, Hiro, please, finish what you were about to say before that wanna-be interrupted you. Sarah lowers her mic to the side, waiting to Hiro to speak again.